Chapter 29 Zong Beili, What's Wrong with You?

After a few hours, Tong Huaer finally brought out a bowl of delicious vegetable noodles from the kitchen. She brought the bowl to Zong Beili and looked at him, "Eat quickly."

With that said, she sat down opposite him, her little hands propped up her head and couldn't help but yawn.

Zong Beili looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him, but did not move his chopsticks. His handsome brows were slightly furrowed, and his face looked a little ugly.

Tong Huaer waited for a while, then looked at him in doubt and said, "What's wrong? Didn't you just say you were hungry?"

To be on the safe side, she had asked Zong Beili before she cooked the noodles, and she only cooked them after she was sure that he was willing to eat them.

But why didn't he eat it now?

Is it because he lives well?

Tong Huaer looked at the bowl of noodles. It couldn't be. It had all the colors and smells. Besides, he had to taste it before he knew if it was good.

Suddenly, Zong Beili frowned. Tong Huaer's half-lying body gradually straightened up. He looked at him doubtfully and asked, "Zong Beili, are you feeling unwell?"

Now that she took a closer look, she realized that his face seemed a little whiter than before.

Zong Beili frowned and looked at her, his cold eyes trying to suppress something. His thin lips were pursed tightly and he did not speak.

Tong Huaer was sure that something was wrong with him this time. He stood up and walked over, "Zong Beili, are you sick?"

"Zong Beili, tell me what's wrong with you?"

"Zong Beili?"

He had asked her several times in a row, but he did not answer her. From zong beili's forbearing expression and the cold sweat on his forehead, she could tell that he was suffering greatly.

But he didn't know what was wrong with him. Tong Huaer was a little anxious. The corner of his eye suddenly saw his hand on his stomach. His eyes were fixed. He looked up at him and said, "Zong Beili, do you have a stomachache?"

Zong Beili tilted his head and stared at her, his handsome face in pain nodding slightly.

Tong Huaer frowned. Before he could think much, he picked him up and walked towards the sofa.

Zong Beili was tall and weighed heavily on her. When he finally helped him to the sofa, Tong Huaer was sweating all over.

Before she could catch her breath, she went to the bathroom and got a hot towel. She untied his bathrobe and placed the towel on the stomach of his muscular chest.

"Zong Beili, I'm going out to buy you some medicine. Wait for me here. I'll be right back." After that, Tong Huaer turned and ran to the bedroom.

Zong Beili's pale handsome face stared at her back. His sexy thin lips moved. Just as he was about to say something, a sharp pain came from his stomach. He turned his head away with a frown.

Tong Huaer changed her clothes and ran out with her purse. Dongfang was already white, but the shops on the street were not open, and she was not familiar with the surroundings...

He didn't even go far to buy the medicine.

Tong Huaer looked around anxiously, at a closed pharmacy not far away, gritted his teeth, ran over and slammed the door hard!

Anyway, give it a try. If the owner of the pharmacy lives in the store, Zong Beili is still waiting for her at home. She doesn't know what's going on with him yet. She has to go back as soon as possible.

"Come on, come on, what are you arguing about?"

Perhaps he was really lucky. After a few hard knocks, Tong Huaer actually heard a voice coming from inside and immediately knocked harder.

After buying some medicine for his stomachache, Tong Huaer trotted back to the neighborhood, opened the door, and ran to the living room.

"Zong Beili?"

Tong Huaer shook his head and took the towel.

"You're back?" Zong Beili opened his eyes and gave her a faint glance.

Great, he's not asleep.

Tong Huaer nodded. "I got the medicine. Wait a minute. I'll get you some water. You'll be fine after you take the medicine."

After that, she got up and went to get a glass of water.

Zong Beili stared at her back and frowned. What was her tone, treating him like a child?

After feeding zong beili the medicine, Tong Huaer got up again and went to the bathroom to get a hot towel and put it on his stomach.

"Who did you learn this from?" Zong Beili frowned at her.

Tong Huaer looked up at him and was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he was talking about a hot towel. He smiled and said, "I didn't learn from anyone. I think it would be more comfortable to help. Do you feel better?"

Zongbei stared at her expressionlessly. The hot towel had no effect on his stomach pain, but despite that, he didn't say much and just closed his eyes.

Seeing that he seemed ready to sleep, Tong Huaer also closed his mouth and stopped talking. He touched the temperature of the towel with his small hand and went to the bathroom to change into a hot one.

Zong Beili's breathing became more balanced, and the anger on his handsome face dissipated a little. He did not look as fierce as usual, but his brows were still tightly furrowed. It seemed that the pain in his stomach had not disappeared.

Worried that changing towels would wake Zong Beili up, Tong Huaer put the towels back in the bathroom and went back to the sofa to sit on the carpet and watch him sleep.

It turned out that this man also had weak moments. Just now, when he had a stomach attack, he had almost no resistance. He did not look arrogant and domineering.

After a busy night of tiredness and sleepiness, Tong Huaer gradually lost his strength and slowly fell asleep.

Outside the window, the early morning sun had just risen, and there were gradually more people in the neighborhood. In a luxurious living room upstairs, crystal lights were still shining, and the two people on the sofa fell asleep quietly.

After some time, the man on the sofa frowned, then opened his eyes, stared at his head for a few seconds, noticed something, and looked down at his chest.

He saw a small head lying on his chest. Half of his delicate face was exposed. Some messy hair was scattered on his face. His long eyelashes were curled up and his cheeks were a little red from the sunlight.

Zong Beili stared at her for a while, then turned to look at the coffee table. There was a cup of water and an open medicine box on it.

"I'm so stupid. I don't know how to go back to my room to sleep when I'm sleepy!"

The quiet living room suddenly heard the man's cold hum. The slender body lying on the sofa moved. He sat up and looked down at the sleeping little woman beside him.

"Little disaster."

He shouted, but received no response.

"You slept so hard that you didn't even know you were sold." Zong Beili reached out and pinched her little face.

"Well..."

Tong Huaer frowned in his sleep.

He thought she was awake, but he didn't expect her to just turn her head and go back to sleep.

"Like a pig!"

It was as if he was talking to himself from head to toe. After staring at her for a while, he pulled the corner of his lips and bent down to pick her up horizontally and walked towards the bedroom.

Being placed on the bed, Tong Huaer turned over and rubbed his small face against the pillow. His pink lips let out a comfortable sigh and quickly fell asleep.